Song Yuzhang

Song Qiyuan doesn't love his home. The Song family is big and empty. Using the human body as a metaphor, it looks like a skeleton, full of bones, without flesh and blood. He loves to hide in places like theater troupes, gambling halls, and dance halls. Love and hate, love and hatred, true and false, pretending, all have it.

Song Qiyuan hid on the bed resting in Xiao Yuxian's inner room, to make up for the sleepless time spent gambling last night.

However, today someone did not let him go, waves of movement came in from outside the house, and the sound disturbed Song Qiyuan so much that he couldn't fall asleep. He sat up, opened the door and lifted the curtain disheveledly, and walked from the narrow small world behind the backstage. lobby.

The front hall was blocked by a dense crowd. People in the theater troupe ran out to watch the excitement. Song Qiyuan squeezed in. The people he crowded in scolded without thinking, and laughed when they realized that it was the big money maker in the troupe. Greeting, "Master Song, are you bothering me?"

Song Qiyuan said: "What's the noise outside?"

"The young owner of Meng's family at the wharf is here, and he brought a beautiful character. Third master, you didn't see it. Oh, that's so beautiful. It compares our troupe inside and out. , Xiao Yuxian refuses to go on stage!"

Bailitang, commonly known as Xiaobailou, is the largest opera garden in Haizhou. It is a three-storey building, hollowed out like a tube in the middle, surrounded by clusters of bright lights, rising from the ground on all sides, with one floor after another. It's wonderful, the third floor is the cleanest, the pillars in the small white building light up their voices, the third floor is nothing, they can still hear clearly.

Meng Tingjing and Song Yuzhang occupied the private room in the middle of the third floor, and they sat across a small round table. Meng Tingjing was still dressed in a blue gown, with one leg crossed, a folded fan in his hand, and his body facing Song Yuzhang. The other end was tilted, but his eyes were looking in the opposite direction, and he said lightly, "Why don't you start the gong?"

Song Yuzhang smiled slightly, and said: "Maybe something went wrong later on, singing is difficult, and it will take a long time just to make up, just wait."

Meng Tingjing stroked the folding fan lightly with her fingers, and said calmly: "Brother Song knows the life in the troupe very well."

"Once upon a time there were friends..."

Song Yuzhang spoke slowly, clicked to the end, and stopped talking, Meng Tingjing turned his face, his eyes were sharp, "Friend?"

Song Yuzhang smiled mysteriously, twisted the tea cover with his hands, and slid it on the teacup, without answering.

Meng Tingjing got angry from his laughter. In fact, he was really angry. His gums were red and swollen. He woke up early this morning. After Meng Tingjing found out, he didn't dare to say anything. He found some medicine and applied it casually. It was so bitter that his fluid flowed. After rinsing her mouth, Meng Tingjing sat in the bathroom with a face full of embarrassment, and admitted that she was indeed in love with her.

In this embarrassment, he still wanted to take Song Yuzhang to the theater.

Soon Meng Tingjing forgave her recklessness—heroes are sad for beauty, not to mention Song Yuzhang who came to pursue him first... Song Yuzhang also held his hand first last night. It's hard, like silk wrapped in jade, and it's slightly hot, and the touch is especially good... Thinking of this, Meng Tingjing stopped thinking about it, and he became even more angry.

Song Yuzhang remained silent, and Meng Tingjing ignored him.

Finally, there was an urgent gong to start the scene, which made the silence between the two less.

Today's repertoire is part of "Yutangchun", which is Little Cherry's stage play. After leaving the troupe, Little Cherry sang Liao Zuo several times at home for entertainment, Song Yuzhang never forgets it, and feels very kind , listening, subconsciously tapped the beat with his fingers on the table.

Meng Tingjing actually didn't like to listen to operas, but he proposed to listen to operas because he didn't want to be passively manipulated by Song Yuzhang. Seeing that Song Yuzhang was so contentedly intoxicated by it, he felt uncomfortable again.

This is really a strange thing, he seems to dislike Song Yuzhang everywhere, but when Song Yuzhang is not in his eyes, he is even more unhappy.

Although there are many aunts in the family, his father is almost obscene towards these aunts, so in fact Meng Tingjing doesn't know what kind of expression "love" is.

Meng Sushan loves Song Jincheng very much, and she loves it so much that she bows her knees and looks ashamed, and loves Song Jincheng so much that she has tossed two small mansions outside and still turns a blind eye.

Meng Tingjing couldn't understand Meng Sushan's love, and she didn't bother with that kind of love. Meng Tingjing didn't like it no matter whether she was being flattered or whoever she liked. But not a good match.

After singing the show, Song Yuzhang applauded, "Okay!"

He was used to being a playboy, and he waved his hands back very skillfully. The little handyman in the garden ran over smartly. Song Yuzhang said with great interest, "How do you play here? Flowers, silver, or rewards?"

The little handyman knew that he was good at playing as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly said: "It's all done, it's up to you to be happy."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Then let's all come."

The little handyman took the money in his hand and almost passed away with joy, "May I ask your name?"

Song Yuzhang turned his face away and looked at Meng Tingjing who was tense. He smiled heartily and said, "Let's say it was rewarded by Er Ye Meng!"

The little handyman went down, and Meng Tingjing gave Song Yuzhang a sideways look, "What do you mean? Bad my reputation?"

"How is this bad for your reputation?" Song Yuzhang smiled, "It's not a bad thing to hold a role."

Meng Tingjing let out a "heh", retracted the folding fan in his hand, his eyes were full of irritability, he suddenly said: "I'm on fire." After speaking, he felt a little regretful, and Song Yuzhang, who was sitting next to him, immediately stood up and walked around the round table Go to his side, "Really? Let me see."

Meng Ting sat halfway on the chair and glanced at him with a little coldness in his eyes.

Song Yuzhang simply sat on the armrest of his chair, put one hand on his shoulder, and made a hug gesture, "Why did you get angry? It's too hot?"

Meng Tingjing put the fan on her knees, "The soup is too sour."

Song Yuzhang smiled. He looked down at Meng Tingjing, and found that Meng Tingjing was handsome and gentle just looking at his face, with a gentle and elegant scholarly atmosphere. The appearance is particularly interesting.

Song Yuzhang pinched Meng Tingjing's chin.

Meng Tingjing's eyes flashed, and he grabbed Song Yuzhang's hand that pinched his chin.

Song Yuzhang said: "Let me see."

Meng Tingjing said: "Look at your ass!"

Song Yuzhang couldn't help laughing, he bent over laughing, his breath sprayed on Meng Tingjing's face, Meng Tingjing held his breath, and finally stretched out his hand to hug Song Yuzhang's waist to give him a good look, when there was movement at the door, Meng Tingjing's expression changed slightly, Changing from hugging to pushing, Song Yuzhang also heard the movement, and slid down from the armrest of Meng Tingjing's chair. He stood up straight, and when he turned his head, there was a pretty lady dressed in a costume standing at the door. .

"Hello, gentlemen."

Xiao Yuxian was dressed in a costume, her movements were all feminine and graceful, her voice was clear and moving, her eyes were beautiful, and she said: "Master Meng also came to praise my little Yuxian today, Yuxian is very grateful."

Meng Tingjing didn't turn her head back, took the fan on her knees, spread it out, and fanned herself angrily, "Don't thank me," the tip of the fan pointed in Song Yuzhang's direction, "He rewarded you."

Xiao Yuxian saw Song Yuzhang from the very beginning, but kept avoiding her eyes. Song Yuzhang was born so well and completely, he stood there with no other clothes, which made him a little ashamed.

Xiao Yuxian looked at Song Yuzhang, and Song Yuzhang was looking at him with a smile, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, "You sing very well."

Xiao Yuxian's heart trembled, "Thank you, sir, I don't know your name, Gao?"

Song Yuzhang still hesitated for a moment habitually, "Song Yuzhang."

"So it's Lord Song."

"You're welcome."

Song Yuzhang said: "Go and take off your makeup and rest. You don't have to stay with us. After singing for a while, you are exhausted. The weather is so hot and the costumes are so thick. Go and have a rest."

Xiao Yuxian was stunned for a moment, then saluted, "Thank you, Master Song."

When Xiao Yuxian left, Song Yuzhang's sleeve was slapped lightly by a fan, and when he turned his face, Meng Tingjing's expression was unkind, "You seem to really like him?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Renmei drama is good, why don't you like it?"

Meng Tingjing was holding a fan in her palm, she really wanted to beat him up!

Song Yuzhang leaned down with a smile on his face, the timing of his leaning was too sudden, Meng Tingjing was completely unprepared, his forehead was touched lightly, dry and soft to the touch, it passed by in a flash, and it was too late to taste it, only the blood on his body was frozen Can't move.

"I'm sorry, I can't help but want to tease you when I see how beautiful you are when you're angry," Song Yuzhang pulled out the fan in his hand and spread it out, bent over to fan him twice, his smiling eyes curved, "Yes I'm not good, I'll bear with it in the future."

The coagulated blood melted and flowed in the warm wind, Meng Tingjing stretched out his hand to hold Song Yuzhang's shoulder, Song Yuzhang's waist collapsed, his lips were sucked by a strong force, and the beads of his lips bounced. , Song Yuzhang looked at Meng Tingjing slightly surprised, and thought: "This little white face is really hot!"

Meng Tingjing's eyes were still sharp, "Song Yuzhang, I'm not just kidding with you."

Song Yuzhang has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he didn't hesitate to say to such questioning: "Me neither."

This is the truth. Every time he loves someone, he puts his heart into it. It’s just that the world changes, people change, and so does love. No one can guarantee what will happen in the future. He can only guarantee that at this moment, he likes it very much. Meng Tingjing, it's the first time he has dated with such an awkward and hot-tempered person, and it's fresh and interesting.

Song Yuzhang closed his fan, held Meng Tingjing's face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed Meng Tingjing seriously.

Meng Tingjing's unfamiliarity and rigidity exceeded Song Yuzhang's expectations. Thinking about Meng Tingjing's violent temper, which is so cloudy or sunny, he seems to have no experience. It's on fire, and it's swollen pretty badly."

Meng Tingjing's face was neither red nor white, and the whole mouth was in a strange and hot pain, but it was very sweet, which was completely different from the bitter medicine applied in the morning. The sweetness did not come from the taste, but from his What I felt in the breath in my chest was hot, numb and crisp, but also dangerous, because not only was it sweet, but there was also pain that could not be ignored.

Meng Tingjing remained silent for a while, then suddenly put his arms around Song Yuzhang's waist, pressed him close, and once again tasted the taste of licking honey with the tip of a knife.